Waiting for you feels like an empty bowl of cereal trying to fill up.

Like letting my nails dry after just painting them,

And waiting for a dormant volcano to erupt.

Trying to get through first block chem.

Sitting for a package to arrive after just placing the order— 

Useless, in every way, shape, and form.

Like in the winter, shaving a bunny’s fur,

Or like preparing months in advance for a miniscule storm.

Yet i sit everyday waiting for you to come home,

But I guess I’ll just have to wait.

Till the end i'll be alone,

I guess it's just my fate.

I’ll see you in a while

Even though it feels, I will never crack a smile